The car was soon out of sight.

The father and the son had looked their last look into each other's eyes--had clasped the last clasp of each other's hands.

An hour had passed, and still the old man lay upon the ground, where he had flung himself in his heart's bitter anguish; and still the wail rung out from time to time: "My God! he's gone! he's gone!" Those who have seen the departure of emigrants at the Irish seaports, are not surprised at Irish disaffection--are not surprised that the expatriated youth joins the first wild scheme, which promises to release his country from such cruel scenes, and shares his money equally between his starving relatives at home, and the men who, sometimes as deceivers, and sometimes with a patriotism like his own, live only for one object--to obtain for Ireland by the sword, the justice which is denied to her by the law.
I conclude with statistics which are undeniable proofs of Irish misery.
The emigration _at present_ amounts to 100,000 per annum.
[Illustration: The Emigrants' Farewell.] From the 1st of May, 1851, to the 31st of December, 1865, 1,630,722 persons emigrated.

As the emigrants generally leave their young children after them for a time, and as aged and imbecile persons do not emigrate, the consequence is, that, from 1851 to 1861, the number of deaf and dumb increased from 5,180 to 5,653; the number of blind, from 5,787 to 6,879; and the number of lunatics and idiots, from 9,980 to 14,098.

In 1841, the estimated value of crops in Ireland was L50,000,000; in 1851, it was reduced to L43,000,000; and in 1861, to L35,000,000.